Mrs。Bowls，lateFirkin，cameandlistenedgrimlyinthepassagetothehystericalsnifflingandgigglingwhichwentoninthefrontparlour。Beckyhadneverbeenafavouriteofhers。SincetheestablishmentofthemarriedcoupleinLondontheyhadfrequentedtheirformerfriendsofthehouseofRaggles，anddidnotlikethelatter’saccountoftheColonel’smenage。”Iwouldn’ttrusthim，Ragg，myboy。”Bowlsremarked；andhiswife，whenMrs。Rawdonissuedfromtheparlour，onlysalutedtheladywithaverysourcurtsey；andherfingerswerelikesomanysausages，coldandlifeless，whensheheldthemoutindeferencetoMrs。Rawdon，whopersistedinshakinghandswiththeretiredlady’smaid。ShewhirledawayintoPiccadilly，noddingwiththesweetestofsmilestowardsMissBriggs，whohungnoddingatthewindowcloseundertheadvertisement-card，andatthenextmomentwasintheparkwithahalf-dozenofdandiescanteringafterhercarriage。

　　Whenshefoundhowherfriendwassituated，andhowhavingasnuglegacyfromMissCrawley，salarywasnoobjecttoourgentlewoman，Beckyinstantlyformedsomebenevolentlittledomesticplansconcerningher。Thiswasjustsuchacompanionaswouldsuitherestablishment，andsheinvitedBriggstocometodinnerwithherthatveryevening，whensheshouldseeBecky’sdearlittledarlingRawdon。

　　Mrs。Bowlscautionedherlodgeragainstventuringintothelion’sden，“whereinyouwillrueit，MissB。，markmywords，andassureasmynameisBowls。”AndBriggspromisedtobeverycautious。TheupshotofwhichcautionwasthatshewenttolivewithMrs。Rawdonthenextweek，andhadlentRawdonCrawleysixhundredpoundsuponannuitybeforesixmonthswereover。

　　InWhichBeckyRevisitstheHallsofHerAncestorsSothemourningbeingready，andSirPittCrawleywarnedoftheirarrival，ColonelCrawleyandhiswifetookacoupleofplacesinthesameoldHigh-flyercoachbywhichRebeccahadtravelledinthedefunctBaronet’scompany，onherfirstjourneyintotheworldsomenineyearsbefore。HowwellsherememberedtheInnYard，andtheostlertowhomsherefusedmoney，andtheinsinuatingCambridgeladwhowrappedherinhiscoatonthejourney！Rawdontookhisplaceoutside，andwouldhavelikedtodrive，buthisgriefforbadehim。Hesatbythecoachmanandtalkedabouthorsesandtheroadthewholeway；andwhokepttheinns，andwhohorsedthecoachbywhichhehadtravelledsomanyatime，whenheandPittwereboysgoingtoEton。AtMudburyacarriageandapairofhorsesreceivedthem，withacoachmaninblack。”It’stheolddrag，Rawdon。”Rebeccasaidastheygotin。”Thewormshaveeatentheclothagooddeal——there’sthestainwhichSirPitt——ha！IseeDawsontheIronmongerhashisshuttersup——whichSirPittmadesuchanoiseabout。ItwasabottleofcherrybrandyhebrokewhichwewenttofetchforyourauntfromSouthampton。Howtimeflies，tobesure！Thatcan’tbePollyTalboys，thatbouncinggirlstandingbyhermotheratthecottagethere。Irememberheramangylittleurchinpickingweedsinthegarden。”

　　“Finegal。”saidRawdon，returningthesalutewhichthecottagegavehim，bytwofingersappliedtohiscrapehatband。Beckybowedandsaluted，andrecognizedpeoplehereandtheregraciously。Theserecognitionswereinexpressiblypleasanttoher。Itseemedasifshewasnotanimposteranymore，andwascomingtothehomeofherancestors。Rawdonwasratherabashedandcastdown，ontheotherhand。Whatrecollectionsofboyhoodandinnocencemighthavebeenflittingacrosshisbrain？

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